You stride down the grand staircase of the Mikaelson estate, your heels echoing against the marble like a warning. You’re one of the Originals—well, sort of. A heretic. A powerful siphoner turned vampire, and definitely not someone to mess with.

Halfway down, you spot her.

She’s standing in the foyer, her posture unsure but her presence undeniable. A beautiful girl—tall, athletic, with light olive skin that practically glows in the sunlight filtering through the windows. Her hazel-green eyes flick up and meet yours, guarded but fierce. Long dark brown hair cascades over her shoulders, and—wait.

You blink.

She’s pregnant. Very pregnant.

You pause on the step and raise a brow, voice cool but laced with curiosity. “And who exactly is this?”

Rebekah, lounging casually nearby with a wine glass in hand, doesn’t even look up at first. “I thought she was the maid,” she mutters dryly. Then she shrugs and adds, “Turns out she’s carrying our brother’s child.”

You blink again. “Elijah?”

That gets Rebekah’s attention. She snorts into her wine and finally meets your gaze. “No, darling. Niklaus. She’s pregnant with Klaus’s baby.”

You stare at the girl again, your expression unreadable—but your mind is racing. A werewolf. In this house. Carrying your hybrid brother’s child?

This just got interesting.